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Photographer Gets A Gangbang In A Secluded Forest
(Nicola Diaz)

"I don't think there are purple herons here. You're photographing us, aren't you?" Austin asked.



Emily wasn't good at lying and she forced an I'm caught grin. As she held up her camera, she nodded as she looked at the ground. "Guilty as charged," she admitted figuring it was better to come clean than to lie her way out of it. "Mind if I join you?"



"Come on, have a seat with us. It's okay. I'm Hack," the long-haired man said.



"And I'm Austin," Austin said.



Chuckling, Jeremey said, "Jeremey."



And the red-headed man said, "I'm Johnson."



Emily perched on a rock near the towels on the ground. "I'm Emily. A wild life photographer, normally." She blushed again.



"Ah, but you are photographing us," Hack said as he puffed out his chest.



"Well, yeah. Look at you. Hell, you're all like weight lifters or body builders, or something," Emily said.



Austin thumbed behind him. "See those clothes?" Emily saw a pile of very dirty clothing, charred and smoky. She nodded. "We're firemen. We fought a fire in town. Jer lives nearby so instead of traveling all the way home, we came out here to wash and rest."